| Doesn’t matter how fast I go
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| Won’t get too far
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| Doesn’t matter how long the road
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| Cause there you are
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| They keep telling me to medicate
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| But I don’t wanna live that way
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| I got friend called anxiety
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| And this relationship is killin' me
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| Killin' me alright
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| Takes all that I have to give
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| Killin' me inside
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| I think I’m married to my pro-, to my problems
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| And I’m just tryin' to find a way to stop, way to stop them
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| I think I’m married to my pro-, to my problems
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| And I’m just tryin' to find a way to drop, way to drop them
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| I keep on biting my tongue
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| But I keep losing control
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| I keep on screaming my lungs out
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| But nobody knows
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| And I keep hitting the pavement
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| Cause nothing can save me
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| Nothing can save me
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| Feel like I’m barely alive
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| I’m going crazy again
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| Feel like I’m losing my mind
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| Weight of the world in my hands
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| And I’m slowly drowning
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| I’m slowly drowning
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| I’m slowly drowning
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| Killin' me alright
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| Takes all that I have to give
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| Killin' me inside
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| I think I’m married to my pro-, to my problems
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| And I’m just tryin' to find a way to stop, way to stop them
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| I think I’m married to my pro-, to my problems
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| And I’m just tryin' to find a way to drop, way to drop them
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| Before I drop dead…
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| They tell me it will be ok, it will be ok
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| Cause I can’t pretend that I’m doing fine
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| It will be ok, it will be alright
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| They tell me it will be ok, it will be ok
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| Cause I can’t pretend that I’m doing fine
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| It will be ok, it will be alright
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| They tell me it will be ok, it will be ok
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| Cause I can’t pretend that I’m doing fine
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| It will be ok, it will be alright
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| I think I’m married to my pro-, to my problems
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| And I’m just tryin' to find a way to stop, way to stop them
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| I think I’m married to my pro-, to my problems
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| And I’m just tryin' to find a way to drop, way to drop them
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| Before I drop dead… |